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Callum Johnston Poem
We say mum, but in poetry, we say a strong, independent woman who loves unconditionally from birth and puts her children in the forefront of everything she does.
We say dad, but in poetry, we say a protector of children, a mentor, a hero. He is a tall man who can solve any problem he is presented with. A guide to lead from the darkness into the light.
We say abuse, but in poetry, we say a traumatic consequence from action causing a catastrophic reaction resulting in trauma and harm.
We say abandonment, but in poetry, we say the raw anguish of being left alone in desolation., isolated from care and devotion.
We say survivor, but in poetry, we say a person who escapes a toxic whirlwind of emotion and actions. Standing tall and rejecting negativity to produce positivity.
Copyright © Callum Johnston | Year Posted 2024
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Callum Johnston Poem
Together, we stand; divided, we fall. Whisky in our veins & Fire in our hearts.
Names of our fallen, written in the stars. Pipers play as the wind blows through the heather on the hill.
Birthplace of kin, the hand of warriors extended.
The thistle sways in the highland breeze, symbolising strength & solidarity.
The best you have ever seen, the worst you will ever cross.
The name Johnston whispers through the hills, striking fear in those who have wronged. Fire of love burning to those of kind.
Copyright © Callum Johnston | Year Posted 2024
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